Higher?

 

To encounter your higher self

in the soft spot 

at the crown of your skull

is to meet the Christ.

To befriend your soul

traveling on the highway 

of your vagus nerve 

is to hug the Buddha.

To behold your image

and likeness in the mirror 

of the Spirit, shining boldly 

from the pineal gland 

inside your brain, 

is to become your own 

Guru....  This is 

liberation from God, 

 for the sake of God,

by the grace of God.

Gaze into the gazer.

Ignite the formless radiance

of the sun in every cell

of your body.

Pour the milk of unborn stars

down your spine, 

polishing the amethyst 

of a boundless sky

between your heartbeats.

Isn't it time 

to shake off the illusion  

of “higher” and “lower”?

You've been longing for

the kiss of the Beloved. 

It won’t happen after you die, 

somewhere above.

It happens now, right here,

deeper inside your chest 

than any thought,

where “I” fall away 

in the wild effortless 

clarity of Am.

Listen to your true name, friend,  

this breath, gently given,  

softly received

in silence.

Photo by Barbara Vautier